Comments about Kenneth Bell
Festival Of Lights? (Diwali 1984)
FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS?
The asphalt, though a mere ribbon,
Was a black, yawning chasm
Cleaving their starkly different existence.
To the right were brightly-lit houses
Whence the sounds of gay laughter,
Festive music and merriment emanated.
There, small earthen oil-lamps glowed steadily,
Tiny, colourful electric lights flickered
Like a thousand fire-flies,
While fireworks dazzled the night-sky,
Hissed, chattered and boomed.
Thence, mouth-watering savours wafted,
Dancing on the soft night-air.
Men, women and ...